This is a song about "Money pussy weed death"

And methodists got money, baptists suck, roll the weed,

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

I look like a freakin' wuss, a pussy

And i don’t know why you sucker niggas can’t see

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I think you're a pussy

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Kitty cornered now you're hissing pussy

Who be puffin that weed

Indubitably i'm too street

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

My bitch a lady but a freak up in the sheets

Not pussy weed money bullshit, my life through pain

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

All i want now, is death

Wish i could shed all these tears